Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.